Conflict And Power Poetry βοΈπ Flashcards
Two vast and
trunkless legs of stone
Wrinkled lip, and
sneer of cold command
βMy name is Ozymandias,
king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!β
Nothing
beside remains.
Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and
level sands stretch far away.
I wander
Through each chartered street
Near where
The charted Thames does flow
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every man,
In every infants cryβs of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-
forged manacles I hear
Every blackening
church appalls
Runs in
blood down palace walls
How the youthful harlotβs curse
Blasts the new-born infants tear
And blights with
plagues the marriage hearse.
One summer evening
(led by her)
Straight, I
unloosed her chain
troubled
pleasure
Semantic field of light
glittering, moon, melted, sparkling light
The horizonβs
utmost boundary
Went heaving through the
water like a swan
The horizonβs bound,
a huge peak, black and huge
As if with voluntary
power instinct, upreared its head.
trembling
oars
And measured motion like
a living thing,
Strode after me.
And through the silent
water stole my way
A dim and undetermined sense
Of unknown modes of being
Call it
Solitude
Or blank desertion.
Noβ¦β¦.
Noβ¦β¦.
Noβ¦β¦.
No familiar shapes
Remained, no pleasant images of trees,
Of sea or sky, no colours of green fields;
Last line of The Prelude
moved slowly through the mind
By day, and were a trouble to my dreams.
What rhythm is The Prelude written in?
Unrhymed Iambic Pentameter
Blank verse
What is the first line of My Last Duchess?
That my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Willβt please you
sit and look at her?
(since none puts by
The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)
that spot
Of joy into the Duchessβ cheek
She had a heart - how shall I say? -
too soon made glad,
Too easily impressed
She liked whateβer
She looked on,
and her looks went everywhere.
as if she ranked
My gift of
a nine-hundred year old name
With anybodyβs gift.
Eβen then would be some stooping; and
I choose
Never to stoop.
This grew; I gave commands;
Then all smiles stopped together.
Though his fair daughterβs self, as I avowed
At starting,
is my object.
Together down,
sir.
Notice Neptune, though,
Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,
What is the last line of My Last Duchess?
Which Claus Of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward
Some one had
blunderβd
Theirsβ¦
Theirsβ¦
Theirsβ¦
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die
Canonβ¦
Canonβ¦
Canonβ¦
Canon to right of them,
Canon to left of them,
Canon is front of them